Chapter 150 The sword turns into a long river, the fist is like a dragon, and it is weird!
On the top of Zhufeng, an illusory and colorful long sword floats high in the sky.
Everyone in the Three Thousand Miles Zhuma Mountains couldn't help but tighten their heartstrings. Even those who didn't have the conditions to watch the satellite surveillance screen held their breath. It was too depressing. The invisible energy filled the air, as if there was no escape.
It is those with advanced cultivation who have a deeper understanding, and clearly feel the gap between the sacred sword realm and the two completely different worlds.
Rumble!
Su Qinian took action. He raised his fist and blasted towards the sky. The red gold and glass-like fist wind condensed into substance, like a ray of sword light penetrating the heaven and earth. The vacuum shattered, and a bright light rain fell all over the sky.
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Phew! Phew!
Many sword masters coughed up blood and hurriedly averted their eyes. Even through satellite surveillance, it was difficult to look directly at them? This kind of power level is too high. Even if it is a sword master, not every blow can break the vacuum, which is invisible.
The edge of will revealed through the screen made their eyes sting and their heads feel like thunder.
clang!
The next moment, there was an even more intense sound of gold and iron clashing, as if a heavenly craftsman was hammering a divine iron ingot, and a dazzling light suddenly exploded above the sky.
blocked!
At the top of Zhufeng, Su Qinian was not surprised. The illusory and colorful long sword shattered the fist light, and the blade broke through the air, just like the trajectory of the avenue, rolling forward.
Buzz!
Taking one step forward, Su Qinian ascended to the sky, and in an instant he was in front of the colorful sword. He made a fist seal and straightened the blade.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
It was like the tip of a needle hitting the awn of wheat, the edge of a fist colliding with the blade of a knife, blazing sparks bursting out, like burning suns, and a solar rain falling in the sky.
Clang!
In all directions of the Zhufeng, twelve holy swords roared in unison, and the divine sharpness was breathed out, suppressing hundreds of miles, and neutralizing the killing power.
This was a big showdown. On the snowfield, people seemed to see an ancient god coming to the world, waving his divine fist, and there were colorful swords shining like water, and there was a faint sound of rushing waves.
The swords were dormant and whining, and the sword owner's blade was no exception. It was more like a kind of worship.
Yuan Tianyuan was horrified that this person was actually so strong, fighting head-on with twelve sword saints. This kind of fierce battle was enough to be engraved in the history of the world's sword masters.
Some people look worried. The stronger the dark walker who opens the door to hell, the harder it will be for the world to regain peace. They cannot see the truth clearly, and the unpredictable future will always make people uneasy and even despair.
There are also a few people who have complex visions. The truth and falsehood in this world cannot be discerned by ordinary people, and the foreseeable future makes people uneasy.
Rumble!
The earth was shaking, not only the three thousand miles Zhuma Mountains, but also the entire far west of Daxia, was faintly shaking.
When this kind of shock reaches a certain critical point, in several cities that have been shrouded in ice and snow all year round, people look shocked and look at the pale and turbid sky in the distance. Is it an earthquake?
Wow!
Soon, they heard the sound of rushing waves, and vaguely, in everyone's mind, there seemed to be a long and colorful river, ancient and majestic.
This is……
Three thousand miles away in the Zhuma Mountains, the powerful men from many forces were dumbfounded. The changes in front of them were beyond their comprehension. Is this still a sacred realm? It was countless times more terrifying than the Sword Saint.
High in the sky, the illusive colorful long sword has disappeared, replaced by a long and colorful river spanning more than a hundred feet. The way it came from cannot be seen clearly. An indescribable aura permeates the air, shines into everyone's eyes, and suddenly turns into a
A series of illusory and familiar images are presented, interpreting the sword skills and explaining the Taoism.
source!
Su Qinian's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He stepped into the void, like a drum beating in the sky, leaving behind pale footprints that shattered the vacuum. These twelve sword saints joined forces to evolve sword techniques, and actually stirred up such a grand order of swordsmanship.
The source aura actually gave him the illusion that he was facing the sea of heaven and earth.
He moved his hands and began to interpret his own Tao and Dharma. There was a faint rain of light like sand, and immeasurable light came from the void and condensed on the edge of the fist. He took a long breath, and a real dragon roar sounded.
The twelve holy swords spread out over a hundred miles were suddenly shaken, collided by this huge force, and in an instant they were on the verge of collapse.
hold head high!
He waved his fist, and the red and golden fist light rushed up, like an ancient dragon leaping out of nothingness to break through the world.
boom!
With a loud noise, the long and beautiful river was torn into two pieces, and then it could no longer hold on and collapsed into twelve pieces.
At this moment, the vacuum shattered silently, and strange big hands poked out from the void high in the sky, grabbing the twelve fragments into their palms.
"not good!"
On the snowy field, Yuan Tian Yuan Huo stood up and shouted in shock: "Weird!"
Yes, for many powerful people in this Fang Dao world, it is indeed strange and ominous that they have never been exposed to before.
Many strong men showed expressions of shock and anger. In terms of weirdness, regardless of national boundaries, Jianguo has a strong national power. Not only does it have the most sword saints, all sword saints are not weak among the saints in the world. If the twelve saints encounter
Unexpected events will shake the foundation of the world's sacred power.
Clang! Clang!
The twelve colorful fragments of the long river clanked violently, and the divine edge bloomed, but they could not shake the weird big hands. In fact, the shape of some big hands did not look like human beings at all.
In the blink of an eye, the twelve fragments were suppressed, the palms were closed, the brilliance disappeared, and the owners of the strange big hands also walked out of the cracked vacuum, revealing their outlines.
The eight figures are all shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see their true appearance. Some are gloomy and dark, some are fiery and full of demonic nature, and some are sacred and noble... The eight figures appear together, and the twelve people who dominate all directions are
The Kou Sheng Dao finally couldn't withstand the erosion of energy and fell with a mournful cry. Many people coughed up blood and fell to the ground a hundred miles away. Even hundreds of miles away, their internal organs were injured.
It's so terrifying and frightening. People have never felt such a complex and weird qi. Could it really be a monster from hell? Why is there such a sacred and bright aura? Is it really that it is wearing a bright coat and descending?
He has been bewitching all sentient beings for generations.
"Heir of Locked Heaven."
High in the sky, a familiar voice came from the gray-black mist.
"you are still alive."
Su Qinian nodded. He landed on the top of Zhufeng. The four side peaks collapsed, but the place he stood on was like a pure land. No matter how invisible energy washed away, he remained unmoved and said calmly: "I hope you can have a second life."
The Tao is the external incarnation.”
The dark mist suddenly stagnated, as if it felt the scrutinizing gazes from the other seven light mists, and said with some annoyance: "No matter how strong you are, you are only one person, and you have your limits. If you fight against the twelve saints in a row, you still have some strength.